Page 15 of Silent Night

He dropped numerous suggestive comments that had me ready to stab the smirk off his face, and then to cut off his hands for touching her, but I waited until he left, biding my time until she was all mine again.

When the door shuts behind him, I stand, glaring at the spot he was last standing. “Has he ever touched you before?”

Say yes. Give me a fucking reason to end his life.

Hayley approaches, unwisely nearing the man barely clinging to his sanity. She reaches for me with a shake of her head. “He enjoys making comments like that. Thinks they’re amusing.”

Comments. Comments are still deserving of pain.

She touches my arm, snapping me from my daze, and I lunge for her, snatching her curls in my grip and ripping her head back with a surprised gasp. My other palm pulls her closer, keeping her against me as I walk her backwards to the bed, kissing her as angry as the past five minutes have made me.

She gasps when I shove her on the bed, ripping those shorts off her again. It’s a goddamn shame the interruption forced her to cover up, and I vow not to leave until her bed is soaked by her.

I stroke her pussy with two fingers before shoving them inside her, ecstatic when her back arches, her mouth opens in an O.

“Saint,” she gasps, “fuck me—please.”

“I am.” To emphasize my words, I hammer into her harder, no longer in gentle, teasing touches. Her stepbrother’s presence royally pissed me off and I have to ensure my scent is imprinted all over her, as a warning to him, before I leave.

“No—” She reaches for me, her denial ending on a breathy moan. “That’s not…what I meant. And you—know it.”

“Yeah, but if I do, if I allowed myself to feel you around my cock, I’ll never leave. And that’s not good for you.”

Just saying it aloud is a reminder of the reasons I should be running away. I got her name; I got valuables; my entire job in her house has to end. Fucking her would make walking away impossible and there’s no reality that’ll ever exist where I can keep her.

“Please,” she repeats.

“I like you begging, Hayley.” I like it a whole lot. I think I could come from her breathy pants alone. “Keep it up, and maybe I’ll grant you what you want.”

I press harder into her, curling my fingers, but she reaches for me again, this time heading for my waist. Given how little restraint I’m clinging to, she can’t touch me, but fuck if I don’t want to feel her hands gripping my cock.

“Beg me again.”Convince me.

“Saint,please.”

She used my name. She wins.

I pull my fingers from her to grasp her hips and flip her over, so her head is by the edge of the bed and she’s staring directly up at me. Excitement lights up her eyes and she realizes exactly what my plan is.

“Unzip me.”

Immediately, she obeys, unbuttoning my jeans and then pulling the little, metal zipper down. She reaches inside, freeing me from my shorts as well, and my cock hardens more than it already was in her hand.

She strokes me, her touch softer than I’ve ever felt before. So prim and proper, but it’s not what I need. Hell, it’s not whatsheneeds.

I pet her cheek, stopping by her lip before dragging my thumb over it. “Here, Hayley. I want in this pretty mouth while I make you come again. And youwillcome before the night is up.” As many as I can physically pull from her.

She doesn’t hesitate to take me in her mouth, sucking me in past my head while tightening her lips into as small an O as she can fit around me. She pulls back, dragging her tongue over the base of my cock, paying particular attention to the sensitive skin beneath my head before sucking me as far back as she can.

“Fuck—Hayley.” White spots decorate my eyes and I thrust my hips once, gaining another inch down her throat. When I look down, I nearly come from the sight alone. Her head is thrown back, my cock swelling in her throat. Unable to help myself, I reach down to stroke the column of skin. “Fuck, you look pretty with my cock down your throat. You suck so fucking good.”

Her mouth clamps tighter, her tongue flicking on my underside in response.

Before I completely lose myself, I grab her hand and rest it on my upper thigh. “If you need to breathe, tap three times. Can’t have you suffocating, now can we?”

She playfully taps my leg once in response.

I lean over her, pushing even farther into her as I prop a palm up on the bed beside her for balance and reach for her cunt, nudging her legs apart. They fall to the side without any other instruction and I start stroking her, dragging my two fingers through her wetness, feeling her grow more slippery.

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